Like we never knew each other at all

I know that you're an artist, the hardest one to deal with. Everything you conceal is revealed on your canvas. You find all of your ugly meanings in the things I find beautiful. Do you see the fall is coming? You painted me in pastel, colors that don't tell of any boldness. That's the way you'd love to see me: so delicate, so weak, so little purpose. Your eyes are black so cold, they're so imperfect. They see a sleeping world, where waking isn't worth it. How, can you live without your lies?

5.01.2009

When someone left you, when someone is gone, when you can't find a reason, when you felt so strong and now you know that you're not. You feel cold, all's done, but you never thought about it, you can't believe it at first, but it's the truth, he's not.

I don't want to get depressed, I would like to be there. My head crushes itself to see if there're more answers than a poor fight. I am looking for the high light, going to be the mirror. Velvet place, never ending days.

I saw this coming, in a way.

Something is wrong, something is the reason of the troubles, something is wrong, someone wants revenge, of what? I don't know, but the ending is coming. My soul will fall apart, but I'm not afraid, you are the ones that should be frightened of my death.